Last night, after I made dinner, Gatito announced that he would wait for A to get home. Turns out, A hadn’t told him that he was going to be home late last night. Gatito cried for, oh, about an hour. Literally. I was unable to effectively comfort him while I was dealing with Ella, but I got him calmed down after she was in bed.
He was freezing, by then, but still, the mommy radar did not go off. I just thought he’d made himself ill from all the crying. He ate dinner and dessert and I offered to let him skip his bath, but he wanted it. He was freezing afterward, and this kid who likes to sleep nearly naked in pajama bottoms, long sleeved t-shirt, and socks and put him to bed under two blankets. I know, I know. DUH. I’m not that quick on the mark.
At midnight, he woke up crying again and it turned out he had a fever of 102. Oops. Guess I made Dad feel extra guilty for no reason. I still hadn’t dealt with the Tylenol/Motrin recall, so pulled out three bottles and looked them up and they had all been recalled. (All, incidentally, were half-used, also. *Sigh*) So it was a midnight run to the 24 hour drugstore for generics for me.
(Side note: This reinforced, for me, the fact that I really don’t want to live in the less expensive but woodsy and remote towns near the one we are targeting, where I’d be 20 minutes vs. five from a 24 hour drug store. A 15 minute round trip would’ve been 45. UGH!!!)
I was worried because Gatito’s big music revue was today and he has been working so hard for months. The thought of him missing it was sickening. But, we dosed him up with acetaminophen and ibuprofen both and brought him in. I’m sure it wasn’t the socially responsible thing to do, and I am sorry if other kids get sick, but I just couldn’t have him miss the show! (He wasn’t coughing and was fully recovered by the afternoon, if that helps my case at all.)
The show was amazing. There were like twelve songs lasting over an hour and the kids did great. (Gatito was not a leader, as my dad had told me, but participated well.) A grandfather turned to me and said, “Better than Broadway,” and it was, because it was our kids, and we were all proud.
